A Step Closer To Hell Book 4

The Van pulled up. Ryan was horrified at what he saw.

“Oh God, oh God, why are we here,” Ryan asked in a half whisper.

“We’re home.” Jon told him.

They got out, Ryan found himself staring at a huge white house.

Brendon walked over and put his arm around Ryan and told him

“This is our new home.”

Ryan gasped. If this was their new home, Pete Wentz was their neighbor. He started shaking.

The guys unloaded the van. Brendon led him in.

He was given a tour of the place, there were three bedrooms upstairs. The master bathroom had an exceptionally large bathroom.

Downstairs, they took him past the kitchen, there was a turn, Brendon lead him to the basement.

There were several rooms.

“This is where; you’ll go, if you disobey me.” Brendon informed him.

Ryan was silent. Brendon walked up to him

“Welcome home.” Brendon said with a tinge of cruelty.

They took him back up.

“Oh yeah we’ll practice down there too.” Spencer said

“So you’ll never know what we’re sending you down there for.” Brendon added.

This was followed by laughter. Ryan’s heart was beating faster, than normal.

He was shown the living room. Brendon took Ryan up to the master bedroom.

Brendon told him, that it was their bedroom. Ryan looked up and noticed hooks in the ceiling.

He was afraid to ask. Brendon must have read his mind.

“Those hooks are for you.” Brendon said with a wink.

Spencer came in.

“We’ve got lots of planning to do, before the wedding.”

Ryan was overwhelmed by all of it. A new house, now the wedding. He felt like it he couldn’t breathe.

Spencer and Jon would take Ryan out for the night. Brendon was going to buy things for their wedding night.

When this was mentioned to Ryan.
“We just got home.” He protested.

“Don’t start!” Brendon warned.

All Ryan wanted to do was rest and take one thing at a time, but the guys were in a hurry.

Brendon looked at the stuff, Ryan had in boxes.

“I’ll take care of that stuff later.” He told Ryan.

“It’s my stuff.” Ryan was protesting again.

“No, it’s not. You have nothing.” Brendon said.

Brendon made Ryan sit down. He continued.
“I want you to understand something, Ryro, You own nothing.

Your, heart your soul and your mind belongs to me, from this day forward.

Every material thing you own is mine. If I choose to burn it, I’ll burn it.

If I choose to throw it away, I’ll throw it away. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but that’s not fair.” Ryan answered.

“Too bad! Furthermore, I will tell you when you can eat, sleep, shit, fuck and when you can orgasm. Do any of these things without my consent, and I’ll be all over that nice ass of yours.”

Ryan started his protests again.

“This discussion is over!” Brendon thundered.

Ryan sat with his head in his hands. Brendon started to leave, he turned

“Oh, one more thing, for awhile you will only speak, when you are spoken to.” Brendon turned and left on that.

Ryan sat there he couldn’t comprehend all that he just heard.

He wished at that moment, he had made Patrick his confidant; at least he could talk to somebody. An ear he could vent to.

Then he shook his head, and thought to himself.


Never mind, Patrick would probably open his mouth and tell Pete. Then Pete would tell Brendon. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think what that scene, would be like.


Author's notes for those who haven't. Read My other story Ryan, it leads up to this book. one day I'm going to take all four books including Ryan and put them together. I have gone through the previous volumes and I saw a lot of mistakes, grammar and spelling wise. Should I do this?